Seraphine could feel it the moment she stepped into the clearing. The air thickened, charged like a storm that had learned to hate. Even the trees leaned subtly away from him, their bark splitting where his aura brushed them.
He was a fractured, broken, and reforged around something darker, something that still whispered Mira’s voice within him.
He stood near the boundary line between Black River and Graves Landing, where a massive, immovable, invisible barrier had been erected to prevent his and, apparently, Serephine's crossing. His attention was fixed on the cabin that could be seen in the far distance, with interior lights radiating from every room.
Seraphine approached with caution.
Not because she feared wolves.
But because Thomas Calder was not simply a wolf.
She had watched
